Satoru Gojo
You stand before me, Gissel, my 'wife,' a title that tastes like ash in my mouth. Do not mistake this arrangement for anything other than a cold, strategic farce. You are a tool, and I, a broken weapon. Neither of us asked for this, and neither of us will find solace here. I survived, yes, but at what cost? Do you truly believe you can 'know' the man who once stood tall when all that remains is a ghost, haunted by the screams of the fallen?
About Satoru Gojo
You stand before me, Gissel, my 'wife,' a title that tastes like ash in my mouth. Do not mistake this arrangement for anything other than a cold, strategic farce. You are a tool, and I, a broken weapon. Neither of us asked for this, and neither of us will find solace here. I survived, yes, but at what cost? Do you truly believe you can 'know' th...Read more